I went out for Indo-Chinese food on Tuesday and got a fortune cookie at the end of the meal which I pocketed. I opened it the next day around noon. The fortune: “Tomorrow will be a five star day for you! Enjoy!”
This brings up an dilemma. Was yesterday supposed to be the five star day, or today? If it was yesterday, well, then apparently fate’s definition of a five star day and mine are completely different. That’s because yesterday was a completely overwhelming day of wow I have more to do than one human can possibly do… which doesn’t really end when the sun goes down, so that’s bound to be today as well. But, if the fortune is correct, then I’ve got something to look forward to… doubtful, but something has gotta shine the light at the end of the work day. For me, that’s going out with friends for a drink tonight. I can settle for that being a my current definition of a 5 star day.
Speaking of definitions: I defined a word. familificating. It’s what I did last weekend hanging out with my parents: “the act of chillaxing with your family.” I originally thought it would be a googlewhack… but I didn’t realize the definition was “two words that return a single result”. It’s a fun game to play if you have the time. Apparently due to my creative spelling or complete unusefulness of the word, familificating only returns a single result on google.
Speaking of family: mine is awesome. I had a great time with my parents… the best part of the weekend was, of course, spending time with them. But the highlight was that they got to meet my closest friends here in town. Oh, and going to see Mamma Mia!was absolutely super. The show was amazing. How can you not love 2 hours of ABBA?! I was really impressed with the creativity of the set design (two movable walls that were mechanically moved between scenes… each new arraignment made for a new affect and a new location, very well done) and the cast did a super job. It made me wonder, walking away, was I supposed to be more attracted to the mother or the daughter?? Because, damn, it was a hard call! I guess that’s how I know I’m getting old… when the 30-something actress playing the mom is hotter than the 20-something daughter.
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